That nithering north pole

Sending shivers and quivers, chilling within

And I dry dampness of drips, slivering down my chin

As wind whistles around me, like a melodious mandolin 

Everything smothers with whiskers of white

Whispering embers from winters delight

January endures such a festive sight

Blizzards of bleakness from Mother natures might

Strolling along as I aimlessly go

Footprints pattern on pavements below

Shapes from the soles of my shoes are left lying there, all in a row

This picturesque panorama is a beautiful bestow

Serenity soothes my inner soul

Amidst a silence of sound on a solitary stroll

I revitalise my mindfulness, from a routine of rigmarole